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I reached out and pushed the door open I went into the tiny bedroo years to track others like methose who’d been taken

Once inside, I turned all the way around so I could see into every corner and every crevice of the tiny space

The small bedroom-turned-office had been destroyed Pictures had been ripped from the walls and were strewn across the desk and floors, so with the maps and charts It was in a state of shaive a crap about any of that All I cared about was that one

"Where do you think he is?" Tyler asked, and I jolted, nearly forgetting I wasn’t alone

I knew, too, that I could no longer put Tyler at risk simply because I wanted his help I’d already put hied and shookthat et someplace safe

Tyler held his hand out to ether sea hi I understood all too well

As I let hiht my attention, and I hesitated

"Hold on a sec" I pulledfor the picture that was juraph

I bent down, brushing aside broken glass to pluck it free Beneath the first photograph was another And beneath those, another and another

I recognized all the i like them in real life Fireflies Picture after picture of fireflies

There were faraway ies of swarms and incredibly detailed close-ups Others were artistic--shots taken in the night sky, ainst the black canvas of night--and others still that were clinical feeling and stark, in which you could ht down to their delicate antennae and bulging round eyes It was as ifthe insects